Mercy: You’ll owe me for cleaning up your mess…and congratulations.
Anne: What?
Mercy: I sense a yawning emptiness in her womb. All is fair in love and war, if there’s really any difference.
Mercy: You’ll owe me for cleaning up your mess…and congratulations.
Anne: What?
Mercy: I sense a yawning emptiness in her womb. All is fair in love and war, if there’s really any difference.